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“The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and the shifting depth of the night. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving.”
A mix for those who survive against odds, who would strike a deal with the Devil himself for an extra year of life, and who would go to the grave fighting their fate.
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